It was an eerie Friday the 13th at the cemetery when I (a ghost) and my ghost friend reached into our graves. I said to him, "This is wonderful, peace finally." He groaned under his breath and responded in a hollow voice, "Peace? No, it's not peace. I miss my family. They're still mortals!" I replied in a boastful tone, "This is amazing, we have more freedom!" I concluded that my companion doesn’t seem to think the same way I do and slips deeper and deeper into the abyss realm of his grave. After he sulked into the abyss of his coffin, I emerged out of my coffin to haunt the young trick-or-treaters sulking between the gravestones.